Post by David Slayton on Apr 30, 2013 23:05:15 GMT -6
Danger Zone - April 29, 2013
Announcer: And now, the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation, in association with the Allstate Arena, presents... DANGER ZONE 2013!!!
The camera cuts from the intro to the arena in Chicago, where a massive pyro show goes off on the stage. After it ends, the camera zooms around the ring, highlighting the many fans in attendance before finally settling on the BWF announce team of Nick Webb and Rayne.
Nick Webb: We are sold out in Chicago, Illinois! Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Danger Zone! I'm Nick Webb, alongside my colleague Rayne, and we have one hell of a show in store for you tonight!
Rayne: We're crowning a new BWF Sovereign Champion, we're witnessing the return of a BWF Hall of Famer to action in the first time in almost six years, and so much more... plus in the main event, five men step into Hellbound - and only one can walk away as the new BWF World Champion! Who will it be?
Nick Webb: We're going to find out later tonight! But right now? Let's start with some singles action!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall... and the winner of this match will receive a future Championship opportunity of their choosing on a future edition of Monday Night Havok! Introducing first, he hails from Parts Unknown... weighing in tonight at an unknown number... he is the Jade Guardian of Justice... he is SPYKEMAN!!!!
The lights turn off and the Spykesignal! lights up. We hear the revving of the QuadSpyke ATV and the audience starts to cheer. The 'Spykeman!' theme starts playing and the ATV drives onto the stage. Spykeman! stands on his ATV and salutes the audience before he sits down and drives to the ring, his cape billowing in the wind. Spykeman! parks right beside the ring, stands on the ATV, hops onto the apron, then springboards over the ropes. The audience cheers as he hits every turnbuckle to pose heroically before he hands his cape off to the ref.
Nick Webb: Spykeman! was supposed to compete in Hellbound tonight for the BWF World Title, but because of the attack he suffered at the hands of Flynn McLoughlin, that shot was stripped away.
Rayne: He can still get it, but he has to beat this 'Godless' tonight. He can even choose to resurrect that old Dragonzord Title. Kinda makes me hope McLoughlin wins. HA!
Scott Benjamin: And his opponent, he hails from Blackrock, Ireland... weighing in tonight at 215 pounds... he is "GODLESS" FLYNN MCLOUGHLIN!!!
Short silence. A wave washes over the crowd; the feedback of a guitar, it bellows through the arena like a wave of heat crossing the vast deserts, rippling like a mirage under the sun, the guitar feedback continues to wave back and forth until the strumming of an acoustic guitar kicks in - "Godless" by The Dandy Warhols. It plays for a few bars until the rest of the band ensemble of drums and horns join in with the guitars. At the cue; A Man wearing a long black overcoat steps out onto the stage. Carrying on his back a large Celtic Cross. He stops at the end of the ramp, looking out to the crowd, shaking his head a bit before he continues down the ramp, ignoring the fans as he makes his way into the ring, no flashy entrances, not even a video playing up on the screen, just music and the weight of a cross bearing down on this man's shoulders. He sets the cross down outside next to the ring post and steps between the ropes. He then rests back against the nearest turnbuckle, looking back out to the crowd. His music fades away into the distance, like another heat wave passing through.
Nick Webb: This guy gives me the heebie jeebies.
Rayne: Thank you for your opinion, 1960.
Nick Webb: You know what I mean. There's something... off about this guy. "Dangerous" off.
Rayne: He should fit right into professional wrestling then, shouldn't he?
DING!
The ref calls for the bell and the match quickly gets underway as the angry Spykeman!, still reeling from the week before, quickly goes for a lock-up, shifting almost as quickly into a side headlock. Flynn slips out of it though and slaps Spykeman! in the back of the head taunting him.
Nick Webb: Some very unsportsmanlike conduct early on from Godless.
The ref gets between the two as Godless backs up into a turnbuckle, throwing his hands up to protect him from the furious Spykeman!, The ref pushes Spykeman! back a bit all the while Flynn is laughing, resting up against the turnbuckle like he's about to take a nap. Spykeman! gets the ref out of his way and goes in for the kill, delivering a couple hard shots to Flynn's gut before driving an elbow into his jaw. Godless looks a bit phased more so by the elbow but again laughs it off, over the roar of the crowd the cameras picked up Flynn saying “Who taught you how to hit, your boyfriend?” - this sets Spykeman! off again, he goes for to drive more fists into Flynn's jaw, taking to the second rope as he begins to drop his fist down as hard as he can, the crowd counting along.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6- The count stops there as Flynn finally reacts and grabs Spykeman! by the tights, taking a few steps forward he throws Spykeman! down to the mat as hard as he possibly could, hard enough that when Spykeman! struck the mat, his head bounced up like a rubber ball.
Rayne: Spykeman!? More like Rubber Man!
Godless posed to the crowd for a few seconds before walked over to Spykeman! and pushed his boot against the Jade Guardians neck, he began to count out loud as if it were a pin, though the ref was counting him out for the illegal choke.
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2!
3!
Flynn took his foot off Spykeman!'s neck to complain to the ref that that right there was a clean pin and the victory was his, of course, he was only messing with the ref but this did give Spykeman! enough time to shimmy up behind Godless and quickly pull him into a school boy pin! The ref drops down quick to count!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Nick Webb: Godless' showboating nearly cost him the match there!
Godless kicks out and quickly rolls out of the way, Spykeman! pulls himself up with the help of the ropes as Godless gets to his feet, brushing himself off a bit like nothing had happened, he turns to face Spykeman! only to quickly duck under Spykeman!'s shining wizard! With Spykeman! turned around, Flynn seizes the opertunity and quickly pulls him into a German suplex holding the bridge for the pin!
1!
2!
Kickout! Spykeman! kicks out and quickly rolls out of the ring, with Flynn hot on his tails, he tries to grab Spykeman! by the mask, but The Green Superhero twists away from his grasp and tosses The godless one into the metal ring post! Dazed; Flynn stumbles back and Spykeman! catches him, only to toss him with a Belly to Back Suplex! However Spykeman! wasn't finished there, he rolls back into the ring to restart the count but hops up to the top turnbuckle nearest the down Godless McLoughlin.
Nick Webb: Ladies and gentlemen... you're about to believe that a man can fly!
Spykeman! strikes a pose for those with flash photography, then he leaps through the air! Oh my god! He's pulling off the Jade Justice! Spykeman! comes down hard, but misses his mark by nearly a hair as Flynn rolls under the ring to get out of the way! Spykeman! tumbles hard to the ground clearly hurting himself after that move.
Rayne: Maybe he should trade in his trading wings for some healing powers!
Flynn rolls back out hearing the wail of the hurt hero and takes advantage of the situation, he grabs Spykeman! and picks him up, he moves quickly and throws Spykeman! on his shoulder before dropping him on the guard rail for a hard snake eyes off the padded wall! As Spykeman! stumbles back The Godless one quickly pulls him into a DDT!
Nick Webb: Did you hear that sick impact? That's concrete under that thin padding, dammit! That's still a man's skull!
Rayne: Does Godless care?
Nick Webb: No, I highly doubt it.
Flynn wastes no time getting up and rolls under the ropes to restart the count, this time he grabs Spykeman! and tosses him into the metal ring steps! The bash of metal echoes through the arena as fans scream in horror! The almost unconscious Spykeman! lays head against the knocked over steps, Godless reeling back then taking a running charge at the hero, driving his hard boot against his skull into the steps!
Nick Webb: Oh my God! Somebody stop this damn match! He's gonna kill the kid!
Flynn picks up what could be considered the corpse of Spykeman! and throws him under the ring ropes, quickly following behind! Flynn rolls Spykeman! up for a loose pin, and the ref drops to count!
1!
2!
3!- no wait! Spykeman! has got his foot on the rope!
Rayne: Holy...! Spykeman! is still alive in this one!
Flynn gawks at the foot as if to think 'how could a dead man move like that'? He pushes Spykeman!'s foot down off the rope and hooks his leg going for another pin!
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2!
Kickout! Spykeman! really is alive! The crowd begins to chant for the green hero! “Spykeman! Lives! Spykeman! lives!” Flynn gets to his feet marching around the ring, a look of frustration and annoyance on his face, he marches back over to Spykeman!, dropping to his knees he begins to hammer on Spykeman!'s head a few times before trying to choke him out! This time not letting up at the three count, he lets go shortly before the end of the four count.
Nick Webb: Spykeman!'s still got life in him... how, I don't know... but I really don't like the mindset of Godless here.
The ref has to pull Flynn off before he can do any more damage, this time telling him he'd disqualify him next, this gives Spykeman! time to pull himself to his feet, using the rope and turnbuckle as leverage, The ref backs off to let the match continue, and Flynn goes to grapple Spykeman! from behind, but Spykeman! counters with a couple hard elbows to Flynn's head! Flynn backs off and Spykeman! spins around attempting his 'Clobbering Time' round-house kick! But Flynn ducks under it like earlier, Spykeman! spins around wide open and Flynn pulls him in this time lifting him up for the Purge (Omega Driver)!
Rayne: He calls that The Purge!
Nick Webb: Look at him; I think the kid's out cold!
Flynn drops Spykeman! right on his head in the middle of the ring pulling away to go for a pin but the ref quickly runs between them! He checks on Spykeman! to make sure Flynn didn't break his neck with that move, he then calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!
The ref moves over to Scott Benjamin to say something to him. Scott Benjamin then repeats what he was told.
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that Spykeman! is unable to continue. Therefore, here is your winner, as the result of a knockout... "GODLESS" FLYNN MCLOUGHLIN!!!
“Godless” by the Dandy Warhols hits the BlazenTron speakers as a huge smile creases Flynn's face, a harder fought battle than he expected he stands to have his hand raised by the ref before he leaves the ring, though he doesn't walk up the ramp of his own two feet, he instead decides to take the All-Terrain Vehicle Spykeman! rode down to the ring and make off with it, laughing and cackling like a would-be super villain getting away with murder.
Nick Webb: We need some help down here!
Rayne: If that is what Godless brings to the table, I think the entire BWF just got put on notice.
As Flynn reaches the stage, EMTs head down the ramp to check on Spykeman!. He stops the vehicle and turns to look at them, only to be interrupted a moment later as "She's a Rebel" by Green Day hits the BlazenTron and the crowd rises to their feet! Flynn turns his attention forward as the BWF Owner (and hometown girl) Emily Corlen walks out onto the stage, clapping.
Emily Corlen: Very impressive, Mr. McLoughlin. Very impressive indeed.
Flynn smirks, like it's something he's used to hearing.
Emily Corlen: Before you leave, I need to remind you that you've earned a title shot of your choosing on a future episode of Havok. When the shot takes place? That is entirely up to me. But what Championship the shot is for? That's your call.
She pauses for a moment.
Emily Corlen: You can challenge for the Sovereign Championship, the World Championship, or, since I offered Spykeman! the same deal, I have to offer it to you as well - the Dragonzord Championship. The only catch? You need to make your decision by next Monday night. After I know what you're challenging for? We can move forward with the when. Understand?
Flynn looks Corlen up and down before casually nodding.
Emily Corlen: See you next Monday, Mr. McLoughlin.
Emily steps aside and motions for Flynn to continue. He doesn't waste any more pleasantries, driving the ATV past Corlen and through the curtain. She looks out at the ring for a moment at the EMTs checking on Spykeman! before heading back through the curtain herself.
Coming Soon on Pay-Per-View
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, he hails from Manhattan, New York... weighing in tonight at 225 pounds... being accompanied by the lovely Cascavel... he is THE SPECTRE!!!
"Devil’s Dance" by Metallica begins to play, as smoke and strobe light effects fill the entrance area. A man dressed in a black business suit emerges, arms outstretched. He wears a black fedora, domino mask, and a red tie. The lovely Cascavel is dressed in a black catsuit with red trim, she circles him and runs a hand down his chest. The Spectre walks to the ring, laughing to himself and wringing his hands, as Cascavel walks behind smiling.
Nick Webb: The Spectre made his unofficial debut just a week ago, when he attacked Toco backstage simply for daring to talk to his girlfriend there. Now, he makes his in-ring debut and we find out if he can back up his actions outside of the ring!
Rayne: Hey now, Toco should have known better than to try talking to Cascavel. If she has a pulse, she's out of his league! HA!
Before Scott can continue, Cascavel casually lifts the microphone out of his hands.
Cascavel: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for a few minutes of why you people REALLY tuned in… namely me, and my dashingly dangerous man, The Spectre.
The fans boo as she continues.
Cascavel: I see you crying out for something good, a hero to rise from these streets to make BWF a righteous place to work, a place of honor, spirit, unity. Well, those stories belong in books, and most likely the people that authored them were high as kites on drugs. This is no fairy tale… this is the business of professional wrestling. And as my Daddy would say, if you’re not cheating, you’re not trying. Tell them all about it, darling...
She smiles, handing off the mic.
The Spectre: Thank you my dear. See, I am an agent of chaos… I intend to put my blood-stained fingerprints all over this promotion. I will not stop until I am in complete control… I will have the BWF in my grip and I will squeeze it by the throat until it begs for one last moment of mercy… and that’s when I will whisper…. No. Mercy is found in those who have a heart… and I no longer have one, as this seductive siren to my right possesses mine. She points me in the direction she chooses and says ‘fire’ and I proceed to the target like a heat-seeking missile. She wants the world wrapped up in a neat little bow, and I am happy and eager to provide it. Think of us like this… I’m Julius Caesar and she’s Cleopatra. Separately we are amazing forces to be reckoned with, but together… this deadly union is unstoppable.
He leans over the ropes and yells something to some ringside fans, as a few fans throw garbage into the ring before security stops them. Cascavel takes the microphone again.
Cascavel: Bring us your best and brightest, and we will extinguish their flame. You may not like it, but you will learn to accept it. We are the best and the BWF is going to learn that truth the hardest way imaginable!
She tosses down the microphone as the duo share a very lurid kiss in the center of the ring, the Spectre turning a maniacal grin to the camera that would make the Devil himself blush. Scott leans down and picks up the microphone, casually dusting it off before continuing.
Scott Benjamin: And his opponent, he hails from Hershey, Pennsylvania... weighing in tonight at 388 pounds... he is a member of the BWF Hall of Fame... he is TOCO!!!
The lights in the arena change to a golden hue as "The Red" by Chevelle hits the BlazenTron. As the crowd reaches their feet, the man known as Toco walks out onto the stage to a huge pop. He poses for the crowd, and then walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as he goes. He rolls into the ring, then walks to the ropes and throws his fist into the air, causing all four turnbuckles to explode with pyro as his music fades.
Nick Webb: For those who are unfamiliar, Toco is an unassuming man - until that bell rings. He's a former World Heavyweight Champion in the BWF, he main evented WrestleFest II against fellow Hall of Famer "Ice" Hensley and yes, he is the only man in history to win the BWF Tag Team Titles by himself.
Rayne: That was six years ago, Nick. Can he stand up to the superstars of today? We're about to find out.
DING!
Spectre and Toco circle each other, looking for an advantage to make the kill. Suddenly, the two lock up in the center of the ring, neither one able to get the advantage. Finally, in frustration, they break off, and begin to circle each other again. Again, the two combatants lock up, struggling for control. Toco pushes Spectre back into the corner, and Spectre raises his hands. The ref orders Toco to break free, who does so immediately.
Nick Webb: And Toco with the clean break. Say what you will about his eating habits, Toco is a consummate professional when that bell rings.
Rayne: Let's just hope he isn't expecting his opponent to show him the same courtesy. I wouldn't.
Toco waits for Spectre to come out of the corner, and the two men lock up a third time. This time, Spectre presses with his strength, and Toco is pinned into the corner. Again, the ref orders the break, and Spectre complies. The two men acknowledge each other, their test of power passed, and they knew it was time to get on with it.
Rayne: Well, color me shocked. Maybe The Spectre has an ounce of respect for his opponent after all. Or he just doesn't want to touch him any more than he needs to.
For a fourth time, the two men grapple in the center of the ring, but this time, Toco wraps Spectre into a headlock, holding him tightly. Spectre presses his palms to Toco’s back, and pushes him into the ropes. Toco bounces off, ducks an attempted clothesline from Spectre, hits the other side, comes back with a clothesline of his own, but Spectre ducks that. Spectre spins, follows Toco into the ropes and hits a knee lift into Toco’s gut, flipping him to the mat.
Nick Webb: And The Spectre scores with the first knockdown in this match!
Spectre grabs Toco by what little hair he has, pulling him to his feet. Spectre strikes with another knee, backs into the ropes and charges. Toco avoids the attack, and flips Spectre off of his feet. Toco strikes with a quick elbow, quickly gets to his feet and hits with another elbow to Spectre’s chest. Spectre rolls over and tries to get to his feet, but Toco is ready and knocks him back to the mat with a well-placed drop kick. Toco pulls Spectre back up, twisting his arm around. Toco places his foot in front of Spectre and trips him face first into the mat! Toco then turns, grabs Spectre’s legs and pulls him back into a Boston Crab position.
Rayne: Like him or not, Toco's showing his veteran chops here. Wear down The Spectre's legs and his available offense drops significantly.
Toco pulls back even more, his face etched with determination. Spectre presses his palms to the mat, and gritting his teeth, pushes up, sending Toco crashing down. Spectre rolls onto his back, sits up and pulls himself to the corner, his back aching terribly. Toco is quick to return to his feet, and before Spectre can react, slams his knee into Spectre’s face in the corner.
Nick Webb: Vicious move by Toco, but he’s got The Spectre trapped!
Toco moves back, gaining enough running room, and charges into the corner. Spectre reacts quickly, slipping out of the ring, causing Toco to hit the turnbuckles. Toco staggers back, and Spectre reaches a hand in to trip Toco to the mat. Spectre then climbs the turnbuckles, and launches himself, striking Toco in the shoulder with a knee drop.
Rayne: Moving quickly is going to be The Spectre's biggest advantage in this match - and his best chance of beating the big man!
Spectre rights himself, as Toco gets back up, and the two men lock up again in the center of the ring. Spectre locks Toco up in a headlock, and runs forward, and drops down to the mat, slamming Toco’s face to the mat. Toco rolls over, holding his face. Spectre gets back up, grabs Toco and lifts him. Toco wraps an arm around Spectre’s head and DDT’s Spectre to the mat.
Nick Webb: Great counter from Toco!
Toco quickly comes back to Spectre who stands up. Spectre grabs Toco and tries for a vertical suplex, but Toco reverses it, holds him in the air for a while, and then drops him backwards. He quickly picks up Spectre and drops him with a Samoan drop. He goes for a cover.
1!
Kickout!
Rayne: It’s too soon. The Spectre's still got plenty of fight in him.
Toco picks him up and is about to scoop slam him, but Spectre blocks him, and starts to punch him. Toco staggers and Spectre bounces off the ropes and clotheslines him to the ground. He then follows him. Spectre then tries for an Irish Whip into the corner, but Toco reverses it, sending the man shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Toco then moves past Spectre and climbs the turnbuckle. As Spectre stands up, he jumps off with a flying Axe-Handle, knocking him back down. He then wraps him up in a sleeper. Spectre slowly fights to his feet, lifting Toco with him. He then throws him off, by lurching forward and picks up Toco and drops him with a huge DDT with a pin!
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2!
Kickout!
Nick Webb: The Spectre with a great counter, coming close to a pin there!
Both men stand up slowly, shaking their heads. Spectre whips Toco into the ropes, and goes for a clothesline, Toco ducks the clothesline, and comes back with one of his own, sending Spectre to the mat hard. He follows up with a leg drop across Spectre’s throat. Spectre rolls back to his feet. Toco tries to whip him into the corner, but Spectre reverses and follows up with a huge splash in the corner. As Toco staggers out, he puts him down with a Mark of the Beast (Gator Roll DDT). He covers!
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2!
Kickout! Toco gets his shoulder up.
Rayne: Nice move from The Spectre, who is pulling out all the stops here to put Toco down.
Spectre pulls Toco back up and wraps him up, and brings him down with a Setting Sun (Bridging Cutthroat Saito Suplex Pin).
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2!
Kickout!
Spectre, perhaps starting to get frustrated, stands up and locks Toco up in a reverse chin lock. He grinds, and Toco shoots a hand out to the ropes, and the ref orders Spectre off. Spectre backs away. Toco climbs to his feet, and as Spectre comes in to clothesline him over the top rope, Toco grabs his arm, spins, and hooks him in a back arm lock. He pushes upward on the arm, holding him at a distance. Toco finally lets go, and as Spectre spins around, he starts his Suck It Punch (Bubba Ray combination). After the elbow, Spectre falls down and Toco goes for a cover.
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2!
Kickout!
Toco climbs to his feet, and picks up Spectre by the head, and locks him up from behind, bringing him up and delivers several headbutts to the back of Spectre’s head, dropping his adversary.. He then drops a leg across Spectre's neck. Another cover.
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2!
Kickout! Again, Spectre gets his shoulder up!
Nick Webb: Both men going for plenty of pins here, but neither one has been able to put the other down!
The two combatants rise, breathing hard, sweat drenching their bodies. Spectre goes for a kick, which Toco deftly catches, but this allows Spectre to hit an enziguri, sending Toco careening to the mat. Spectre bounces off the ropes and hits a knee drop into Toco’s kidneys. Getting to his feet, Spectre circles Toco as he struggles back up. Positioning himself behind Toco, Spectre applies a sleeper hold. Toco struggles, trying to break the move. Spectre applies deeper pressure, trying to put Toco to sleep. Suddenly Toco pushes hard with his feet, sending the two men back into the corner.
Rayne: Smart move by Toco, squashing The Spectre in the corner!
Spectre finally begins to stir, as Toco moves forward, grabs him by the hair, and hits a powerslam, taking the rest of his breath away. Toco goes for a cover. The ref counts!
1!
2!
Kickout! Spectre gets his shoulder up at the last second!
Nick Webb: So close! I think Cascavel nearly had a heart attack at ringside!
Toco shakes his head, frustrated, and pulls Spectre back up, but Spectre hooks Toco and rolls him into a small package! The ref is quick to count;
1!
2!
Kickout! Toco breaks out at the last second!
Rayne: Toco almost got caught there!
The Spectre reaches out and trips Toco as he tries to get back to his feet, giving Spectre enough time to stand first. Spectre pulls Toco up off the mat, and starts to whip him into the ropes, but Toco reverses the move, causing Spectre to be sent careening into them. Spectre comes off the ropes and out of nowhere, levels his foe with the To-Cutter (Diamond Cutter) to a massive pop from the Chicago crowd!
Nick Webb: The To-Cutter, from out of NOWHERE! We've seen that move so many times over the years! It's put down legends and icons... will it be enough to put down The Spectre?
Toco drops down into the cover and the referee counts;
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2!
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... TOCO!!!
“The Red “by Chevelle hits the BlazenTron as Toco stands up, grinning. He moves to the nearest corner and poses as Cascavel pulls The Spectre out of the ring.
Nick Webb: What a victory! The Spectre showed his chops, but ultimately, he was no match for the To-Cutter... though I have a feeling this feud is far from over.
Rayne: I hope so! Anything to get us more Cascavel!
Toco rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp, high fiving fans, before heading back through the curtain. At ringside, The Spectre and Cascavel have an inaudible but spirited conversation regarding the last few moments of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a No Holds Barred Match and is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, he hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in tonight at 235 pounds... TYLER CHANDLER!!!
The opening roar of “Suffocate” by Daybreak Embrace belts throughout the arena as the fans immediately begin booing. Tyler Chandler steps through the curtain as he has that usual arrogant grin on his face upon looking out at the crowd. Chandler wipes his hand on the back of his trunks before walking towards the end of the stage as he stops and looks out at the fans before locking his eyes on the ring. Chandler proceeds to take both hands and runs them through his hair before flicking the water from his hair towards the crowd and yelling out: “OHHH!” Tyler smirks once more as he begins to walk down the ramp, briefly pointing towards himself and as he does that, his theme song hits the chorus. Tyler taunts the fans a little bit as he walks down the ramp and occasionally flicking the water from his hair towards the fans with one hand. Chandler makes it to the bottom of the ramp as he looks up at the ring, another grin appearing on his face as he walks around the ring towards the right side before hopping up onto the ring apron. Chandler walks towards the center and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. Chandler immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle and begins pointing towards himself, before outstretching his arms. Chandler hops down and removes his t-shirt before going to throw it into the crowd before simply dropping it towards the outside of the ring.
Nick Webb: Well, the Spectre and Cascavel are still out here at ringside, but I guess we're moving ahead with our next match! Outlaw versus Chandler in a No Holds Barred Match! This one started when -
Nick's train of thought is interrupted as suddenly, The Spectre, likely upset with his loss moments ago to Toco, slides into the ring and starts beating down Tyler Chandler! The crowd half cheers, half boos as Spectre hits Chandler with his Mark of the Beast (Gator Roll DDT). The beatdown continues until "She's a Rebel" hits the BlazenTron again and Emily Corlen walks out, half amused.
Emily Corlen: (laughing) Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down, Spectre. Cease and desist!
Spectre stops the assault, staring up the ramp at the BWF Owner.
Emily Corlen: Okay, so hey. Here's the thing. Outlaw's not here.
Boos from the crowd.
Emily Corlen: Yeah, hey, I feel the same way! Okay, so he didn't show up. No idea what's going on there. Honestly, I was just gonna send out some no-name local guy for Blondie there to beat up. But... I have a better idea.
She pauses for a moment.
Emily Corlen: This match is now a No Holds Barred Match... between Tyler Chandler... and The Spectre. And it begins now. Ring the bell!
The crowd cheers as the bell rings and Emily walks back through the curtain.
DING!
As soon as the bell rings, the beatdown on Chandler commences, with Spectre getting in several nice shots on Tyler.
Nick Webb: Has this ever happened before?
Rayne: Not that I can recall. Hey, Spectre gets to work out his frustration in losing to Toco, the crowd in Chicago gets an almost-as-advertised match! It's win win!
Outside the ring, Cascavel demands that the timekeeper give her the chair he's sitting on. The timekeeper obliges and she folds the chair up before sliding it into the ring to Spectre. Spectre picks up the chair and begins beating on Chandler with it, leaving him a quivering mass of flesh.
Nick Webb: If The Spectre keeps this up, there isn't going to be anything left of Tyler Chandler to salvage!
Spectre tosses the chair aside and picks up Chandler before putting his head between his own legs. He lifts him up in the air and then proceeds to drive Chandler into the mat with the Grim Reality (Double Underhook Flip Piledriver aka Hart Destroyer)! Spectre covers Chandler and the crowd counts along!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... THE SPECTRE!!!
"Devil’s Dance" by Metallica begins to play as The Spectre sits up, smirking. Cascavel enters the ring and holds up her client's arm as the crowd continues half cheering, half booing.
Nick Webb: Well, Spectre may not have beaten Toco, but he definitively defeated Tyler Chandler.
Rayne: If by definitively, you mean 'Tyler Chandler is now a skid mark on the mat', then yes. He definitively defeated Tyler Chandler.
The Spectre aids Cascavel out of the ring like a gentleman, then the two of them head up the ramp as officials check to see if Tyler Chandler is still alive.
Red Levels
The scene shifts backstage at Danger Zone. Don McMichael is standing with Elena Simonova, Nik Simonova and Akemi Hayashi.
Don McMichael: This is Don McMichael and I’m here with Elena Simonova tonight at Danger Zone at the Allstate Arena in Chicago. Elena, what are your thoughts tonight as you get ready to face Elizabeth Davis in your newly transplanted home town?
Elena Simonova: Well Don, as always, it’s great to be in front of the Chicago crowd. Loud and proud, Windy City! I’m looking forward to tonight’s match. It’s going to be a great lesson for little Lizzie on what it’s like to face a true champion. When she steps in MY ring tonight, she will truly be in her ultimate Danger Zone.
Don McMichael: What are your thoughts on her taking offense to some of the remarks you made in your promo?
Elena Simonova: Well, Don, Liz’s little hissy fit makes it clear that she lacks the maturity to handle verbal sparring. She was whining about separating business from personal matters, yet the only masterful recourse she could rally was to repeatedly call me a vulgar name. I guess she hasn’t realized that we aren’t out on the kindergarten school yard, and her name calling only serves to give me a chuckle.
Don McMichael: What is your strategy for your match tonight?
Elena Simonova: Don, I’m simply going to teach Lizzie what it means to go one-on-one with Elena Simonova. I’m already in her head, and I will use that to break her- mentally and physically. She hasn’t had to face real competition yet… but that ends tonight. Whether it’s personal, business, or both, Liz will face the truth that I am better than her. I don’t need bears or lizards or wordy t-shirts… intellect and skill are the only things I need to stand victorious over the shreds of her primped and preened body when that bell rings.
Don McMichael: Thanks Elena, I’ll let you get back to your preparations.
Elena Simonova: Thanks, Don.
As Elena, Nik, and Akemi walk away the camera fades out and changes back to ringside coverage.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is for the BWF Sovereign Championship! Introducing first, she hails from Kingston, Ontario Canada... weighing in tonight at 122 pounds... she is ELIZABETH DAVIS!!!
Roll Mr. Night, you know what you gotta do
Anymore I ain't askin' you, go on out and do it tonight
Come on Mr. Night, now I'm in the driver's seat
Till we reach our destiny, go on out and do it tonight
"Mr. Night" by Kenny Loggins plays throughout the arena as Liz Davis makes her way out to the ring. She flips her hair back as she brushes past the fans cheering for their favorite wrestlers, not her. Walking up the steps, she gets in the ring under the middle rope, walking around the ring, waving to the crowd despite their reaction.
Nick Webb: Elizabeth Davis looks determined here, Rayne, but she has her work cut out for her, for sure.
Rayne: Between the tutelage of Matt Stone and David Slayton, all she needs to do is absorb all of their knowledge like a sponge and there’s no doubt in my mind that she can be the next Emily Corlen!
Nick Webb: That’s a pretty big claim, and someone else who wants to follow in Emily’s footsteps is coming out next.
Scott Benjamin: And her opponent... she hails from Chicago, Illinois by way of New York City... weighing in tonight at 115 pounds... being accompanied to the ring by Akemi Hayashi and Nikolai Simonova... she is ELENA SIMONOVA!!!
The crowd in Elena's transplanted hometown explodes as the lights go black, low red strip lights come on to line the ramp down to the ring and "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light 'Em Up)" by Fall Out Boy begins blaring over the BlazenTron as the house lights come up. Elena Simonova can be seen, crouched low, with her back to the audience; a red and white spotlight on each side of the stage begin rotating side to side. Elena spins to face the audience while she rises, as a cascading curtain of red pyro falls behind her. Elena walks down to the ring and pulls herself up onto the ring apron, leans back on the top rope and back flips into the ring. Akemi, Elena's girlfriend, is on crutches as her and Elena's brother Nik take their place at ringside.
Nick Webb: And there she is, Rayne, Chicago's own Elena Simonova! She had a big victory last week, but tonight is the real challenge; can she defeat Elizabeth Davis and lay claim to the Sovereign Championship?
Rayne: She says this is her ring, Nick, and a win here tonight will go miles in solidifying that claim. Now, Liz came out here alone, but Elena's got a small army with her. Do you think she's trying to send some kind of message?
Nick Webb: What, that she has friends? I don't know. I doubt they're there for any reason other than moral support. There's certainly nothing stopping any of Liz's crew from joining us at ringside tonight.
DING!
The bell sounds and the two women start to circle the ring, locking eyes with each other. Approaching the center, they lock up, and it’s Elena with the quick advantage executing an arm drag on Liz, flipping her over on her back. Davis gets to her feet quickly though and is caught off guard by a second arm drag by Elena, this time being trapped in an armbar. Elena pulls back hard on Liz’s arm, Davis kicking the mat in frustration was she tries to wiggle free, but she can’t. Davis is, however, able to roll to her feet, backing Elena up against the ropes and toss her off across the ring, freeing her arm. Elena bounces back and jumps over Liz who had dropped down to the mat, quickly up to her feet, Davis lowers her head for a back body drop but eats a foot in the face from Elena, Elizabeth shooting straight up and gets flipped over on her back with a standing hurricanrana! Landing on the mat, Elizabeth rolls out of the ring to catch her breath, the fans cheering on Elena.
Nick Webb: Elena's holding onto the advantage early on. If she had any ring rust after leaving PWA, it's long gone... though we knew that last week when she dominated Tyler Chandler and Airica Linn by herself.
Rayne: You're right. At least early on here, Liz's lack of experience is shining through. She's not fighting Gary Maverick tonight.
With Davis on the outside, Elena runs over, Liz catching sight at the last second and ducking down, Elena diving through the ropes, but grabbing the top and spinning herself back inside the ring, showing her athleticism. Davis stands up straight, thinking she has outsmarted Elena but doesn't see Elena shooting herself over the top rope as she comes crashing down on Elizabeth! The fans cheer as Elena is the first to her feet, picking up Elizabeth and rolling her back inside the ring, following her in.
Nick Webb: What a move from the very athletic Elena Simonova!
Rayne: I'm sure we'll see something equally as awesome out of Liz Davis right about... now. Now. Now. Maybe now. Now? Soon? Maybe?
Elena, back in the ring now, lifts up Liz by her hair, but Davis is able to trap her and roll her over with an inside cradle!
1!
2!
Kickout!
The crowd cheers as Elena is able to kick out, Liz and Elena rolling back to their feet, Liz a step quicker at this point and swings back, swinging her hand 90 degrees and connecting with a hard slap! The sound can be heard throughout the arena and Elena glares back at Liz, Davis backing up and ducking under the top rope as Simonova advances, but she is cut off by the referee. Elena seems annoyed, and when Davis moves away from the ropes, Simonova approaches and is caught with a swift kick to her right knee, dropping her down as Liz grabs her in a front chancery and drops her straight down with a DDT. Liz rolls down Elena’s body and grabs her right leg, lifting it high up in the air and driving it down to the mat, Elena rolling away holding her leg.
Rayne: Brilliant strategy there by Liz. If you take away Elena’s legs, it hinders her high flying style and sets her up for the Maple Leaf Lock.
Nick Webb: Elena’s a tough girl, I don’t see her submitting.
Rayne: There's always a first time to be wrong, Nick!
Nick Webb: You would know.
Elizabeth leaps in the air and drives her knee across the legs of Elena. She screams out in pain as she crawls to the ropes, trying to help herself up. Davis hits the ropes behind Elena and goes down for a low chop block, but Elena uses her left leg on the bottom rope to jump out of the way and come down with a splash on Elizabeth! Elena, landing on Elizabeth, hooks her near leg for a cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Liz gets her shoulder up before the three count, but she is clearly having trouble breathing. When Elena landed, she drove her knee into the side of Elizabeth. This was something she had noticed and, with the help of the ropes, Simonova is able to get back to her feet, sending a kick down to Liz’s ribs. Elizabeth rolls out of the ring, on the apron holding her side. Elena reaches through the ropes and lifts Davis up to her feet, on the outside of the apron. Elena connects with an elbow to the side of Liz’s face, dazing her. Elena runs at the ropes opposite and rebounds, coming back at Elizabeth, but as Elena goes for a double axe handle, Davis ducks down, grabbing the top rope and low bridging Elena, causing her to go over the top rope and crashing down to the floor.
Rayne: Brilliant move there by Elizabeth, I wonder if Matt taught her that.
Nick Webb: I don't know, that seemed more like a Slayton-type move.
Rayne: Ducking to avoid a shot? Yep, totally Slayton.
The camera picks up on a smirk on Elizabeth’s face as she looks down at Elena on the floor. Liz hops down off the apron and picks up Elena, ramming her head into the apron, dazing her even more. Liz lifts Elena up and walks over to the steps, dropping her down, leg first, on the steel steps. The crowd seems shocked at the violence that Elizabeth is going to, though one has to think she's feeling extra violent after the lashing Elena gave her via promo a few days ago.
Nick Webb: Okay, that seemed like a Matt Stone move.
Rayne: Maybe it was an Elizabeth Davis move. I’m getting tired of you not giving her credit!
Nick Webb: But you just... oh, never mind.
As the referee's count reaches four, Elizabeth rolls in the ring, breaking the count. The referee restarts his count on Elena, outside the ring.
1!
2!
Elena is grabbing her knee and shin, outside the ring. Nik comes over to check on her as the referee starts the count. Liz is fine with winning by countout, so she doesn’t break the count.
3!
4!
Elena is on her back until the five count, when she forces herself up with the very steps she had recently come into contact with.
5!
6!
7!
By the seven count, Elena rolls back in the ring and Liz quickly continues the attack. Not even allowing Elena to get to her feet, Davis starts stomping on her injured leg. Elena is still in the ropes, however, and the referee has to get Liz away, getting a little hands-on with her, something that Davis does not appreciate. As she’s condemning the referee, Elena crawls over and rolls her up with a quick pin!
1!
2!
Kickout! Liz shoots her right shoulder up. The crowd moans, thinking the match was over there with Elena winning, but it was not to be on that exchange. Elena is to her feet and as Liz is getting back up, she takes a hard double axe handle to the face, knocking her back down. The crowd pops as Elena swings her right leg out and connects with a vicious Buzzsaw kick on Elizabeth, the Hammer and Sickle in full effect. Liz is down as Elena goes for another cover here.
1!
2!
No! Kickout! Davis is able to get her shoulder up at the last second.
Rayne: That was close! We almost had our first new Champion in the BWF, Nick!
Nick Webb: And what a Champion Elena would be after coming back from that devastating assault on the outside of the ring!
Back in the ring, Elena is still having some trouble getting to her feet quickly, leaning on her left leg more for leverage. Liz is getting up in a near corner, holding her head which soon comes into contact with Elena’s right knee, to the pain of both wrestlers, but Liz’s isn't over as she’s soon flipped out of the corner with a monkey flip!
Nick Webb: There’s Elena’s 200 Proof, I’ll bet Liz feels like she's got a bad hangover right about now.
Rayne: Speaking of, I wonder which of them can hold their liquor better... the Canadian or the Russian?
Despite the big move, Elena can’t capitalize quickly enough though as she lies on the mat. Hearing the count, she realizes that they’re both down, and she takes this opportunity to rub her right leg, trying to increase the circulation. She rolls over to her stomach and starts getting up at the five count, while Liz is still on her back. Elena lifts Davis up by her hair, but has her hands forced off by Liz and is doubled over by a quick toe kick. Elizabeth hooks Elena’s arms behind her back and drops her straight on her head with a double arm DDT. Shooting the half, Liz hooks her leg.
1!
2!
Kickout! Elena powers out just before three and Liz can't believe it!
Nick Webb: Elena is just not going to lose tonight!
Rayne: I don’t know about that, look at this, Nick!
Elizabeth has grabbed a hold of Elena’s right leg and wrapped it around her own, falling backwards and locking in the Maple Leaf Lock (Figure 4 Leg Lock)! Elena’s voice can be heard crying out in pain from the hold as Elizabeth applies as much pressure as she can, pushing herself up with both hands firmly on the mat. The pain going through Elena’s lower body is obvious as the camera picks up on her facial expressions, but to her credit she isn’t tapping out. Near the center of the ring, she knows her best hope out of this hold is to roll over on her stomach. Elena starts rocking back and forth as best she can, having studied the best way to escape this particular hold and Liz, to her credit, knows that she needs to stay anchored where she is in order to keep the pressure on. At ringside, Akemi and Nik slam their hands on the apron, getting the crowd to soon follow suit and clap for Elena to break free. Elena’s rocking starts getting more vigorous though and despite Liz's best efforts, Elena finally rolls them both over! Liz cries out as she feels the pressure reverse and she quickly unhooks her legs from Elena’s to relieve the pain.
Nick Webb: What a counter by Elena! She just saved her chances at winning the title there!
Rayne: For now, but has the damage already been done?
Elena is clearly in pain as she starts getting up, limping heavily. Liz reaches her feet a little faster, and when she sees Elena’s back to her, she gets an idea and goes in for the kill. Elizabeth jumps in the air behind Elena, going for her Hostile Takeover (Back Stabber), but Elena lunges forward and grabs the ropes, causing Liz to land flat on her back and head! As Davis starts to get up, Elena places her left foot on the bottom rope, her back to it now, and springboards over Liz as she is getting up, hooking her waist and flipping over her, driving her head straight into the mat with the Vodka Tonic (Canadian Destroyer)! Liz hits the mat head first and is out of it. Elena, grabbing her legs, crawls over and makes the cover as the referee drops down to count and the crowd counts along!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... and the NEW BWF Sovereign Champion... ELENA SIMONOVA!!!
"My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light 'Em Up)" by Fall Out Boy starts blaring and Elena rolls off of Liz, gingerly standing up, her leg still hurting. The referee hands Elena the new Championship belt and she looks at it, grinning from ear to ear as Nik helps Akemi onto the apron and under the bottom rope, then enters the ring himself. He helps Akemi to her feet, and then the two of them celebrate with Elena as the crowd continues cheering loudly.
Nick Webb: She did it! Elena Simonova is the new BWF Sovereign Champion!
Rayne: I thought for sure Liz had the match won with the Maple Leaf Lock! Well, congrats to Elena, certainly. Tonight wasn't Liz's night. I'm sure Matt's going to have plenty to say the next time she sees him.
After the referee finishes holding Elena's arm up, Nik gets behind his sister and hoists her in the air to Elena's surprise. Akemi laughs and claps for Elena as Nik walks around the ring, his baby sister celebrating her new title. The referee leans down to check on Elizabeth as the camera cuts backstage.
Tractor Pull
We open up backstage with Chris Radical, and the Kamikaze Redneck, Zachariah Boone walking side by side through the backstage hall way area, before stopping.
Chris Radical: Hey Zachariah I'd like to say good luck to you my friend tonight, thought before you go get ready for your match I got a surprise for you...
Zachariah Boone: Ye got meh a surprise eh?
Chris Radical: I do indeed.
Zachariah Boone: What's it for?
Chris Radical: Just showing you my appreciation that's all as you earned it, so close your eyes.
Zachariah Boone: Close mah eyes?
Zachariah says looking over at Radical confused.
Chris Radical: Close your eyes.
Zachariah Boone: Nahhh meh don't think so!!!
Chris Radical: Close your eyes.
Zachariah Boone: Nope not goin' to happen, ye aint trickin' meh into some trainin' like ye did last time!
Chris Radical: CLOSE YOUR EYES!!!!
As Radical yells at Boone, Boone closes eyes, and Radical begins to guide him towards the garage area, as Radical guides Boone to the back area of he arena he stops before turning the corner.
Chris Radical: No peeking.
Zachariah Boone: Meh not I swear...
Boone says, as he says that before continuing on any further Radical waves his hand in front of his face, checking Boone before they turn the corner, as they turn the corner of the garage, a John Deere 3020 farm tractor can be seen.
Chris Radical: Now you can open your eyes Zachariah!!!
As Radical says that Boone opens his eyes to see the farm tractor awaiting him to his surprise.
Zachariah Boone: Ye got meh a muddin' tractor, Ye got to come to the rin' with meh tonight we will take mah new ride ye got meh!
Boone says as he hops on up onto the tractor, as he does he begins to start it, as he does the engine can be heard beginning to turn over as the cameras return to ringside.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening, and is the Hellbound Match for the BWF World Championship!!!
The crowd cheers loudly as the Hell in a Cell structure begins lowering (complete with mood lighting and intimidating music). Dangling high in the air, the BWF World Championship can already be seen hanging from the rafters.
Nick Webb: Folks, this is it! We just crowned the first-ever BWF Sovereign Champion, and now, it's time for someone to claim the most coveted prize in our company, the BWF World Title!
Rayne: Countless men and women have held this belt over the years, from the Founder, to Hall of Famers, and even our current Owner herself! But tonight, we are guaranteed to have a brand new face carrying the BWF into the next era, and on top of that, for only the eighth time in pro wrestling history... we will have a Conqueror of Hellbound.
The Cell finishes lowering and the lights return to normal as techs begin fastening the Cell to ringside.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing first, he hails from Ames, Iowa... weighing in tonight at 255 pounds... he is CHAD COLLINS!!!
"Good Times Bad Times" by Led Zeppelin plays and Chad Collins simply walks down to the ring. He doesn't need the lights some special color, he doesn't need pyro, he doesn't need some giant disco ball or women gyrating or any of that crap. He is a wrestler, and he is going to the ring to wrestle.
Nick Webb: Chad Collins is a terrific catch as catch can wrestler, but honestly? This match is not suited to his abilities.
Rayne: I have to agree with you there, Nick. Collins came into BWF decrying anything that isn't considered 'pure wrestling', and Hellbound is about a far from pure wrestling as you can get. At the same time, this isn't just some match; it's for the BWF World Title. If Collins can get past his own biases here tonight, he just might make history by doing something he doesn't want to do.
As the lights in the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation simultaneously begin to fade out one by one the arena can be seen in a state of almost complete darkness as a growing echo takes over throughout the BWF arena as the sound of drums and clapping can be heard coming from the PA sound system as the song “Kiss My Country Ass” by Blake Shelton kicks in full force, as it does a single pulsing blue strobe light flickers on. The first few lyrics of the song can be heard, as the lyrics of Blake Shelton's “Kiss My Country Ass” are heard out rides the good ol' southern boy himself, “The Kamikaze Redneck” Zachariah “F'n” Boone on his brand new John Deere 3020 farm tractor. Chris Radical is driving as Boone poses. The vehicle comes to a stop and Boone jumps down as Radical backs it up back through the curtain.
Nick Webb: How did they get that thing to fit?!
Rayne: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID! HA!
As the new John Deere 3020 farm tractor disappears, Boone stands at the top of the entrance ramp as the single pulsing blue light shines down upon him. As it does two other lights flicker in on Boone, those lights being Orange, and White colored lights. Boone can be seen having a rebel bandana wrapped around his head, his upper torso can be seen being bare except for the red hooded vest he be seen wearing, the vest can be seen unzipped, The sleeves of the vest can be seen ripped off, the Rebel flag can be seen being the design going across the entire front of it. Boone's Lower half can be seen being covered in a pair of old ripped blue jeans, and a pair of boots as he continues to stand at the top of the entrance looking out into the darkness that surrounds around him.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next, he hails from the Heart of America, Nashville, Tennessee... weighing in tonight at 228 pounds... he is the Kamizake Redneck... he is ZACHARIAH... F'N... BOONE!!!
As Benjamin announces Boone's name, Zachariah begins to walk on down the entrance ramp, he can be seen getting mostly cheers from the nearby fans at ringside, once at the bottom of the ramp Zachariah walks up to the ring, and jump up onto the canvas (viva la Brock Lesnar) Once up on the canvas Zachariah shakes the ring ropes before stepping inside the ring, once inside the ring Zachariah climbs up the nearest ring post and throws one of his arms up, his hand in the formation of a fist (viva la Rock) before jumping back down from the ring post and awaiting for his opponent to come on out to do battle against one another.
Nick Webb: Zachariah Boone came into the BWF was very little fanfare, but in the few weeks since the company has resumed operations, he has quickly become a fan favorite, even in places outside of the South. Listen to this Chicago crowd, for one!
Rayne: They love Boone, because everybody loves an underdog. Boone's lack of experience will do him NO favors in a match like this, but if anybody can man up and overcome the odds here tonight, it could very well be the Kamikaze Redneck.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next, he hails from Parts Unknown... weighing in tonight at 198 pounds... he is X.L. PENDERGAST!!!
The sound of silence permeates the arena. X. L. Pendergast enters the arena, head held up high with a grin on his face. He is dressed in a sapphire blue robe. He saunters down to the ring, rolls inside and gets to his feet. He removes his robe, revealing silk wrestling tights: Xavier down the left leg and Léon down the right leg. White boots adorn his feet, with the monogram of XL on both boots.
Nick Webb: He might come to the ring accompanied by silence, but you wouldn't know it by the way this crowd is absolutely tearing Pendergast apart here. They are NOT fans of this guy.
Rayne: Nor should they be. X.L. doesn't come out here to make fans. He comes out here to be evil because evil is what he does best. Tonight, that mean streak will certainly work to his advantage inside Hellbound.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next, he hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in tonight at 238 pounds... he is the Scarred Sentinel... he is KYLE CROSS!!!
"Defy You" by The Offspring hits the BlazenTron and Kyle Cross steps out onto the stage, taking a moment to take it all in before bolting down the ramp and sliding in beneath the bottom rope. He then takes to each turnbuckle in turn, pointing out to the fans, before taking his place in the center of the ring and awaiting the bell.
Nick Webb: And the award for 'biggest pop of the night' goes to the Scarred Sentinel! Y'know, if you would have told me two, three, even four years ago that we would be watching Kyle Cross main event a BWF pay-per-view in 2013 for the BWF World Championship, I would have told you that you were insane.
Rayne: I'm right there with you, Nick. Nobody saw Cross returning to BWF - NOBODY. These days, most of the reasons Cross left way back when have resolved themselves, either through a change in management or otherwise. Any disrespect he may have had - or still has - with David Slayton is obviously not carried over to our new Owner, Emily Corlen, and because of that, hell just may freeze over tonight if Kyle Cross becomes the BWF World Champion.
Scott Benjamin: And finally, he hails from Los Angeles, California... weighing in tonight at 176 pounds... AJ ADAMS!!!
"Lights Out" by P.O.D. hits the BlazenTron and the lights go dim as blue and red lights begin to search the arena. As a burst of pyro goes off, AJ Adams is seen standing on the stage looking into the ring. He walks down and sometimes points to the sky. He slides into the ring and climbs one of the turnbuckles. Adams then points out to the crowd and then makes a fist with each hand. He jumps down to the mat and waits his opponent.
Nick Webb: AJ Adams is a former TGW World Champion, yet that victory happened early in his career, was ended quickly by David Slayton, and for all intents and purposes, could be considered a fluke. Since, he's gone to war many times for many World Titles and consistently come up empty handed. Is tonight the night for AJ Adams? Will the demons finally be lifted off his back as he ascends the mountain once again?
Rayne: The only guy who can answer that question is AJ. He had a hell of a feud with Emily Corlen a year ago that basically left him as several tally marks on her 200 day reign as TGW World Champ. Of all the guys in this match, Adams just might be the hungriest - but that doesn't mean he has the ability to be successful. All the potential in the world doesn't mean shit if you're unable to capitalize on it, and tonight, Adams' worst enemy just may be himself.
With all five men inside the Cell, the door is padlocked from the outside. After motioning to the several referees outside the ring, the senior official inside the Cell motions for the bell to start the contest.
DING!
Nick Webb: And Hellbound VIII is officially underway! Let's crown us a new BWF World Champion!
The five men inside the ring begin circling one another, each wary of making the first move. AJ motions to Boone, shouting something, before suddenly turning and kicking X.L. Pendergast in the head to a massive reaction from the crowd! The other three men in the ring stop dead; clearly, they weren't expecting that! Adams drops to his knees and covers Pendergast as the crowd counts along!
1!
2!
.....NO! Kickout! X.L. kicks out before the three and the crowd seems disappointed.
Nick Webb: Wow, Adams blindsided Pendergast with that kick - definitely payback for him costing their team that tag team match last week on Havok!
Rayne: I think the fans thought this was gonna be one of those shock eliminations... and so did I! HA!
Back in the Cell, Cross and Collins have tied up and Boone and AJ have started brawling while Pendergast rolls out of the ring and to the outside between the ring and the Cell wall. Cross whips Collins into the ropes and catches him with a spinning wheel kick on the rebound, then slaps on a headlock. As the ref in the ring checks on Collins to see if he wants to give up, Boone sends AJ flying across the ring with a nasty right hook. AJ rolls a bit before stopping on one knee, rubbing his chin and glaring at Boone, who poses a bit to a decent pop from the Chicago crowd.
Nick Webb: Zach Boone may not have experience, but he's certainly not lacking any confidence here in Hellbound!
Adams stands up and runs at Boone, who lifts AJ and tries to his a spinning side slam with the momentum. AJ shifts his weight, however, and turns it into a leaping tornado DDT that brings the bigger man to the ground. He bounces off the ropes and before Boone can get up, Adams catches him with a running dropkick to the face! He quickly covers.
1!
Kickout!
Boone easily kicks out of the pin attempt, and AJ doesn't waste any time getting right back into the swing of things - literally - as he mounts the still-grounded Boone and begins throwing a series of hard punches.
Rayne: Adams and Boone certainly don't like each other. Can you imagine if it came down to these two at the end?
Nick Webb: I think we'd see a very personal fight for the BWF World Title high above that Cell roof. It can certainly happen!
As Adams continues wailing on Boone's face, Collins finally breaks out of the headlock on the other side of the ring as he grabs Cross and pulls him over his head, dropping him to the mat in front of him. Cross lands on his feet and aims a kick for Collins' head, but Collins ducks it and lunges forward, wrapping his arms around Cross' legs and tackling him down to the mat! He attempts to put a single leg Boston Crab on Cross, but Cross turns, using his momentum to spin Collins away from him. Both men reach their feet and tie up in another collar and elbow. This time, Collins gets the advantage, dropping to his knees before hoisting Cross up and dropping him to the mat with a fireman's carry. He goes to slap on his own headlock on Cross, but the Scarred Sentinel is expecting it, and is able to counter the move in the same way Collins did moments before. Collins, however, doesn't go for a kick like Cross did, and instead dives forward, sliding onto his knees and hitting Cross with a slightly awkward but still rough looking kneeling clothesline. Collins covers as the referee drops to count.
1!
Kickout!
Cross gets his shoulder up after just one. Collins continues on the offensive, slapping Cross in a sitting dragon sleeper.
Nick Webb: Nice dragon sleeper by Collins. Can you imagine the boost in credibility this kid would get if he could eliminate the Scarred Sentinel from this match?
Rayne: Cross' matches are the stuff of legend, that's for sure. And that's not even an Anthony Johns related pun! HA!
Back on the other side of the ring, Boone, having recovered by being dominated by Adams, just hit a sit-down Michinoku style driver on his current adversary. He covers as the referee moves to the other side of the ring and drops to count.
1!
2!
Kickout! Adams kicks out just after two, and his involvement in this match continues.
Nick Webb: AJ's not exactly dominating this contest, but he's hanging in there. Let's not forget, he's no stranger to Hellbound Matches - AJ competed last year against Dallas Hoover, Katie James, Lucious Starr and Emily Corlen in Hellbound VII.
Rayne: Corlen eventually won that match, but Adams made it to the final two, and very nearly claimed victory. Surely, that's a motivating factor for the Los Angeles native here tonight at Danger Zone.
After surviving that last pinfall attempt, Adams has had enough of Boone for the moment and rolls out of the ring to create space. Boone, refusing to allow him to regain his bearings, rolls out to the outside in pursuit. He walks over to AJ and starts to lift him up, when suddenly, X.L. Pendergast comes out of nowhere and sprays Boone in the face with a fire extinguisher!
Nick Webb: What the hell?!
Rayne: That's X.L.! He was finding weapons under the ring! Brilliant! BRILLIANT!
Indeed, ringside is now scattered with weapons - the quick camera shot around the area reveals two steel chairs, a table, a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, a garbage can, a sledgehammer and of course, the fire extinguisher in Pendergast's hands. With Boone reeling and temporarily blinded, Pendergast leaps forward and cracks his opponent over the head with the fire extinguisher, knocking him backwards into the mesh wall of the Cell! Boone slides down into a sitting position and groggily tries to clear his vision as one of the referees outside the ring asks him if he's alright to continue. Boone nods, refusing to quit.
Nick Webb: A little thing like blindness isn't going to stop the Kamikaze Redneck!
Rayne: It definitely won't make things any easier for the guy, though.
At ringside, Pendergast has now shifted his attention to the man who started this match out by kicking him in the skull, AJ Adams. Pendergast tosses the fire extinguisher aside and picks up the garbage can, waiting as Adams slowly gets back to his feet, unaware of Pendergast's location. Before he can turn or react, Pendergast slides the garbage can over Adams' head and body! As Adams struggles to get the can off of him (which he is finding difficult with his arms pinned down inside), X.L. climbs up onto the nearby ring apron and coils in wait like a snake. After waiting a few seconds to drink in the moment, X.L. pounces, leaping off the apron and grabbing Adams in midair, slamming him down body first into the nearby steel steps with a flying bulldog! Adams falls down and the can comes off of his body, revealing a very glassy eyed competitor, as Pendergast cracks the coldest of smiles to a massive round of boos from the Chicago faithful.
Nick Webb: This is just like last week in Minneapolis, Rayne; the crowd doesn't like Adams, but they REALLY don't like X.L. Pendergast.
Rayne: Did you see that thing with the garbage can and the steps, though? That was awesome!
Pendergast drags Adams out of the can the rest of the way and slowly pulls him to his feet before rolling him into the ring. He starts to follow, but from out of nowhere, Zachariah Boone hits him with a running double axe handle from behind, knocking the sinister man down unceremoniously to the outside! The crowd pops at this as Boone reaches down and picks up the same fire extinguisher that was used on him just a few minutes ago before kneeling down next to Pendergast and hitting him in the chest and face several times with it! He finally yells something inaudibly at Pendergast before throwing the fire extinguisher away, leaving it to hit the other side of the Cell and bounce off the mesh before landing several feet away. Boone looks into the ring and sees Adams slowly making his way to his feet before sliding inside. He seemingly hesitates to make a move, instead letting AJ fully stand up. Boone says something to AJ, who glares back at him before glancing down at Pendergast outside the ring, who is starting to stir.
Nick Webb: What's going on here?
After a moment of contemplation, AJ gives Boone a slight nod as they both watch Pendergast reaching his feet outside the ring. He stands, still a little wobbly, and both Boone and Adams take off for the other side of the ring. They bound off the ropes at the same time, run at the opposite side of the ring, and as they reach the ropes, Adams leaps over the top while Boone goes straight through the middle (D-Bry style) and both airborne men collide with Pendergast, leaving all three to slam unceremoniously into the mesh wall of the Cell! The crowd cheers loudly and an "X-L-SAND-WICH" chant starts up as all three men lie on the outside, hurting.
Nick Webb: Did you see that!? That was AWESOME!
Rayne: AJ Adams and Zachariah Boone working together... who'd have seen THAT coming tonight? They finally found a common enemy!
Nick Webb: Also, correct me if I'm wrong, but are the fans really chanting "X.L. Sandwich" here in the Allstate Arena?
Rayne: Sounds like it to me.
Nick Webb: God, I LOVE the BWF fans. I really do.
As Boone, Adams and Pendergast lie down and out on the outside of the Cell, Chad Collins and Kyle Cross are still waging war inside of it, putting on a technical clinic. At this point, Cross is sitting in the driver's seat as he pulls back harder on his You Knew I Was Canadian (Sharpshooter) and Collins claws desperately to escape. He pulls himself to the ropes, but the referee can't do anything to break the hold.
Rayne: No rope breaks in a Hellbound Match, kid!
After struggling for a bit longer in the hold, Collins looks like he's going to tap out... but he just can't bring himself to do it. He pushes himself up with all of his upper body strength, trying anything to loosen the hold. Against all odds, it works, and Collins spins his body, rolling somewhat and breaking away from Cross' sharpshooter. The veteran Cross, knowing how much energy Collins just expelled escaping the submission, quickly rolls into a pin cover and hooks both of his opponent's legs.
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Kickout! Collins gets his shoulder up. Cross immediately puts him in another pin attempt, hooking the legs once again!
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Kickout! Again, Collins kicks out, but Cross isn't done and goes for another pin attempt, hooking the legs.
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Kickout! For a third time in a row, Collins kicks out. This time, Cross doesn't go for another pin, but sits there for a moment, almost impressed with the kid's resilience.
Nick Webb: Chad Collins is really hanging in there against Kyle Cross, which I think is the last thing the Scarred Sentinel saw coming.
Rayne: Cross may have experience on his side, but Collins has youth. You can't discount the energy of this young man and the tools he brings to the table.
Kyle Cross finally reaches over and starts to lift Collins up, but Collins counters it by hitting Cross with a Spinebuster! He's unable to capitalize, however, due to his depleted reserves. As he catches his breath and struggles to regain his composure, Cross kips up to a standing position to a huge pop from the crowd! Seeing a chance, he drags Collins back to the middle of the ring and puts him back into the You Knew I Was Canadian (Sharpshooter)! Already in severe pain from the first sharpshooter, Collins cries out in anguish. He desperately claws at the mat, trying something, anything, to escape the move for a second time. As the crowd chants "Tap! Tap! Tap!", Collins tries to push himself up the way he did the first time... but his body gives out on him and he can't find the strength to do it. Finally, with his last ounce of strength gone and no way to escape, Collins taps the mat, signaling the submission.
Scott Benjamin: Chad Collins has been eliminated!
With the official announcement from Scott Benjamin, Cross relents, letting go of Collins' legs and standing tall. He raises his arm in triumph, eliciting a bigger pop from the crowd in attendance.
Nick Webb: Collins gave it everything he had, but the Scarred Sentinel was too much for him. There's absolutely no shame in tapping out to that man, though.
Rayne: Well... I mean, there's a LITTLE shame. It's tapping out! Admitting to the world that you've been beaten! Anybody can get a pin over somebody else on a fluke, but when you make someone tap out, you're forcing them to admit that you're the better competitor.
Nick Webb: I think it's a little bit of both. Now remember, folks, the Cell is not unlocked until we get down to the final two, so even though Chad Collins is officially out of the match, he can't escape the Cell.
Rayne: I'm sure he's totally excited to just hang out here at ringside and think about how Kyle Cross made him submit.
Cross, soaking in the adulation of the crowd for just a moment, has that moment ruined when, out of nowhere, AJ Adams comes up from behind him and hits him across the back with a steel chair! The cheers turn to massive boos as AJ stands over Cross, grinning from ear to ear. Chair still in hand, he kicks Collins hard, sending the fallen competitor rolling to the outside of the ring, before lifting the chair in the air and hitting Cross again with the chair, this time in the chest! AJ looks over at ringside, where Pendergast and Boone are just stirring, and quickly drops into the cover on Cross.
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Kickout! Even after two nasty chair shots, Kyle Cross gets his shoulder up - and AJ can't believe it! He stands up and starts arguing with the referee even as Cross is recovering.
Nick Webb: AJ Adams can't believe those chair shots weren't enough to keep the Scarred Sentinel down - and he's going to let everybody know it!
Rayne: At the same time, he's taken his eye off the ball...
Indeed, Adams, after chewing the referee out, turns around and is greeted by the Look To The North (Snap Jumping Side Kick) courtesy of Cross! Kyle drops into the cover!
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Kickout! This time, Adams gets his shoulder up! Instead of arguing like his adversary did, Cross stays on the offensive, locking in an armbar on the former TGW World Champion. Even as AJ struggles to get out of the submission, Zachariah Boone and X.L. Pendergast have resumed their assault on one another on the outside of the ring. Pendergast picks up the barbed wire baseball bat and swings at Boone, but Boone ducks it, tackling Pendergast to the ground. He lays into Pendergast with several punches before finally relenting. Boone moves a few steps away and surveys the ringside area before moving to the apron and dropping to his knees. He lifts the apron up and starts looking under the ring for something.
Nick Webb: Don't we have enough weapons out here already?
Rayne: Apparently, Boone wasn't looking for a weapon.
Indeed, Boone comes back from under the ring, holding a jar of some sort with a clear liquid inside. He pops the top of the jar and takes a big swig out of it, letting loose a loud "Ahhh!" before taking another gulp. He waits for Pendergast to get up and turn around, and when he does, he spits the contents of his mouth into Pendergast's eyes, blinding the sociopathic competitor! Pendergast screams in agony as he stumbles backwards, trying desperately to get the substance out of his eyes. Boone just laughs before taking another swig of the liquid and re-sealing the jar. He rolls the jar back under the ring before reaching down and picking up the sledgehammer, smiling from ear to ear.
Nick Webb: What was in that jar, exactly?
Rayne: I can smell it from here, Nick. That's alcohol. STRONG alcohol.
Nick Webb: You mean, like, moonshine?
Rayne: Would it surprise you?
Nick Webb: From Zachariah Boone... not one bit, although if that IS what it was... no wonder X.L. Pendergast is screaming. Pure alcohol right in your eyes... ow. Ow ow ow.
With Pendergast reeling, Boone charges forward, catching the evil competitor in the abdomen hard with a running sledgehammer shot. Pendergast doubles over and drops to his knees, at which point Boone lifts the sledgehammer high in the air and brings it down with a loud CRACK against Pendergast's spine. Even the crowd utters a collective "ooh" as Pendergast collapses onto the outside mat. Boone tosses the sledgehammer aside and rolls Pendergast onto his back before covering him. One of the referees at ringside sees the cover and drops down to count.
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....NO! Kickout!
Nick Webb: Despite the moonshine to the eyes and two nasty sledgehammer shots, somehow, someway, X.L. Pendergast finds a way to kick out and Boone cannot believe it!
Boone looks over at the ref outside the Cell and asks him if he's sure it was only a two count. The referee nods and Boone shakes his head before pulling X.L. Pendergast back to his feet. He starts to put Pendergast into position for the Southern Born, but before he can hit the move, Pendergast somehow counters, pulling Boone forward and forcing him to collide head first with the steel steps! The crowd exclaims loudly as the steps separate and Boone rolls onto his back, blood starting to trickle down his forehead.
Rayne: Looks like Boone's been busted open! THAT'S SOME S'UTHERN STYLE BLOOD, YA'LL!
Nick Webb: You're kind of an ass.
Rayne: Aw, come on! That was funny!
With Boone down, Pendergast, who is still weakened, crawls over and covers him.
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Kickout! Boone kicks out and Pendergast rolls off of him, disappointed.
Nick Webb: With as bad of shape as X.L. is in right now, that might have been his last chance at taking care of Boone.
Rayne: I agree. Pendergast's best bet right now is to get rid of Mr. Nashville, and then recuperate as Adams and Cross tear each other apart. Let them take out each other, and then snake your way up the Cell and claim that title!
With Boone still stunned from the nasty headshot he took against the stairs, Pendergast slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes once again. He shakes the cobwebs out and starts moving over toward Boone, but before he can make a move, Boone suddenly grabs Pendergast by the arm and pulls him forward, using Pendergast's momentum to cause him to collide face first with what's left of the stairs in the same fashion he did minutes ago! Pendergast isn't busted open, but he doesn't move as he collapses down onto the mat outside. Boone, still too dazed to make a move, flops back down as well, both men struggling to recover. Back in the ring itself, AJ Adams has regained the momentum from Cross following a well-timed knee to the face, and is now laying Cross out with a series of punches and low kicks. After a particularly nasty flurry of shots, AJ drops down to cover Cross and the ref follows suit.
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Kickout! Kyle gets his shoulder up and AJ shakes his head. He leans forward and shouts "Stay down! Die already!", which apparently, is the phrase that causes all of Kyle Cross' inner circuits to reboot, as the moment AJ yells this, Cross grabs Adams and applies a gogoplata submission! The crowd comes unglued as Adams struggles to escape the move! Adams tries to fight out of it, but Cross refuses to let the hold go!
Nick Webb: This could be it for Adams! He might tap here!
Indeed, AJ looks as though he's seconds away from submitting just as Collins did, but as he wildly flails his arms looking for something, anything to help him, his hand touches the chair he brought into the ring. He manages to lean his body enough to grab it with his free hand and, before he can tap out, he uses the chair and slams it end first into Kyle Cross' throat! The gogoplata immediately breaks and Cross rolls away, coughing loudly as Adams drops the chair and falls back, doing the same himself.
Rayne: Wow! I thought Cross had Adams there for sure! Great thinking from AJ... he was definitely prepared there!
Nick Webb: Prepared? Lucky is more like it.
Rayne: Sometimes luck is the greatest ally in the world, Nick!
Back on the outside of the ring, Boone and Pendergast have finally both recovered and are now fist fighting against the backdrop of the steel Cell. Boone, still bloody from the headshot earlier, gains the upper hand in the brawl, which leads Pendergast to counter with a dirty poke to the eyes that stuns Boone. With his adversary momentarily distracted, Pendergast grabs Boone and rams his face into the side of the Cell, where he starts grating his forehead against it liberally, letting Boone's blood stain the steel links holding the structure together.
Nick Webb: Sick!
Rayne: It's Pendergast, are you surprised?
Nick Webb: No, not really.
Pendergast lets Boone slump to the outside as he takes a step back, admiring his handiwork. He then runs forward, aiming a knee at Boone's head, but at the last moment, Boone ducks, causing Pendergast to collide knee first into the steel wall of the Cell! He falls backwards, holding his knee, as Boone slowly stands up, wiping the blood off of his forehead and streaking it across his chest like some kind of Viking warrior. This nets a big pop from the crowd, which only gets bigger as Boone takes a step back and starts setting up the table that was lying next to them at ringside! He finishes setting up the table, and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out... a lighter!
Nick Webb: Oh no!
Rayne: OH YEAH!
The pop grows massive as Boone reaches under the ring and surfaces with a bottle of lighter fluid. He sprays the surface of the table down with the liquid, and then steps back as he flicks the lighter to life and tosses it onto the table, setting the entire thing aflame!
Nick Webb: Oh my... watch out, Zachariah!
Behind the Southern hero, X.L. Pendergast has risen and, despite hobbling, charges at Boone, likely intending to shove him directly into the flames. Boone hears him, however and moves at the last second! Pendergast stops himself before he ends up going into the flaming table himself. After exhaling in relief, Pendergast turns back around only to get head butted hard by Boone! He reels, nearly falling into the flames, but Boone pulls him forward and sets him up for a powerbomb!
Rayne: I have a feeling we're about to see the last gasp of X.L. Pendergast!
Boone, to the delight of the crowd, hoists Pendergast high into the air. X.L. looks down at his foe, and perhaps sensing the end, does not try to get out of it; instead, he simply stares down at Boone and spits right in his face. Properly angered, Boone grimaces before pushing Pendergast down with as much force as he can muster, putting him right through the flaming wooden table! The flames flicker out and Pendergast twitches in pain even as Boone pulls him out of the smoking wreck of the table and covers him.
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Scott Benjamin: X.L. Pendergast has been eliminated!
A "holy shit" chant breaks out in Chicago as Zachariah Boone slowly stands up, looking down at his fallen foe. EMTs at ringside watch on, concerned for X.L., but even they can't get into the Cell until the door has been opened - and the official guarding the padlock is vehement that he won't open it until only two men remain, no matter what.
Nick Webb: Have you EVER seen something like that inside Hellbound!? X.L. Pendergast is a lightly smoking husk of his former self, and Zachariah Boone couldn't be prouder!
Rayne: That's what it takes, Nick! You have to be willing to do ANYTHING to your opponents in order to win this match! It's not called Hellbound 'cause you're petting puppies and playing hopscotch!
Back inside the ring, the action had momentarily stopped, as both Adams and Cross had stood there, watching Boone put Pendergast through the flaming table. Now, though, they're back on the offensive, two of the last three men remaining, throwing punches and trying to gain the upper hand. Cross manages to gain precious momentum after a nice left to AJ's jaw, and follows it up by Irish whipping him into the ropes. As he hits the other side of the ring, Boone hops up onto the apron and pulls the top rope down, sending AJ falling over it and onto the outside. As Cross watches on, Boone enters the ring and motions for Cross to bring it on.
Nick Webb: And fresh after taking a beating from and delivering one to X.L. Pendergast, Zachariah Boone wants a piece of the Scarred Sentinel!
Rayne: This should be good.
Indeed, both men tie up in the center of the ring and Kyle quickly gains the upper hand as he puts Boone into a headlock. He squeezes the hold as hard as he can, causing the cut in Boone's forehead to begin bleeding profusely. Still, Boone soldiers through, elbowing Cross in the gut a few times before catching him with a snapmare floatover into a cover.
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Kickout! Cross kicks out. Boone stays on the offensive, hitting a few floating high knees into Cross' side. He stands up and stomps down hard on Cross' arm, causing the Canadian competitor to exclaim in pain. He drives a few more knees into Cross' side before covering.
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Kickout! Again, Cross gets his shoulder up before three.
Nick Webb: Smart tactic on the part of Boone here. Erode Cross' defense move by move, until you're able to pin him. If you can't hit a big move on the guy, chip him down with a series of smaller moves!
Boone stands up and slowly pulls Kyle Cross to his feet, but Cross is ready and drops to his knees, pulling Boone over his head in something of a Judo toss with his good arm, causing Boone to land neck first onto the middle rope and springboard him back into the ring! As the crowd cheers loudly, Cross runs to the opposite side of the ring, leaps off the middle rope and hits a picture-perfect Lionsault! He covers!
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No! Boone kicks out before three and the crowd can't believe it!
Rayne: Listen to this capacity crowd! They're in shock right now! I think they all thought Cross had Boone with that move!
With a renewed vigor, Cross stands up and looks down at Boone. He then motions for the Crossfire Driver and the crowd comes unglued!
Nick Webb: These people love Zachariah Boone, but they REALLY love Kyle Cross - and it shows!
Rayne: I think Cross would get cheered after suplexing the Pope!
Cross motions for Boone to make it to his feet while readying himself for his move. Boone finally makes it to his feet and when he turns around, Cross lifts him up before hitting him with the Crossfire Driver (Vertical Sidedriver {Emerald Fuson Kai})! The crowd explodes as Cross covers Boone!
Nick Webb: This is it! We're about to be down to two men!
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.......NO! Out of nowhere, AJ Adams leapt onto Cross, breaking up the pin! The crowd boos loudly, not believing their eyes, as Boone rolls out onto the ring apron.
Rayne: What the hell? What is AJ Adams thinking here?
Nick Webb: WHY would you break up that pin? I don't get it!
Their answer comes moments later, when AJ grabs Cross by the face and slaps him hard before yelling "THE REDNECK'S MINE!" He goes to slap Cross a second time, but this time, Cross grabs him and rolls him up in a small package!
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NO! Kickout! AJ escapes the pin at the last second and the look on his face says he knows it!
Rayne: AJ Adams just played with fire and nearly got burned!
Nick Webb: I still think he made a mistake breaking up that pin. I don't think Boone was kicking out of that Crossfire Driver. Adams is letting his pride get in his way and it could very well cost him yet another World Championship if he isn't careful.
Both AJ Adams and Kyle Cross rise to their feet and immediately being fighting with one another, each man taking wild pot shots at the other. The crowd goes back and forth, booing with each punch from Adams and cheering with each punch from Cross. They sit and wait, waiting to see which star gains the upper hand - but they never find out, as Zachariah Boone jumps onto the top rope from the apron and launches himself into the ring, colliding with both men in what can only be described as a train wreck!
Rayne: Well, that's one way to break up a fight, I suppose.
All three men are down in the ring as the Chicago crowd gets rowdier than ever. Boone makes it to his feet first, followed by Cross. Boone runs over toward Cross and aims a clothesline, but Cross counters it and catches Boone with a sidewalk slam! He then grabs Boone's legs and locks in the Crossfire Clutch (Inverted Cloverleaf w/Bodyscissors {Gorilla Clutch})!
Nick Webb: The Crossfire Clutch! Boone's covered in blood, has nowhere to go, and Adams is still down! Is this it for Zachariah Boone?!
Cross cinches the move in, locking Boone in place as he applies pressure to Boone's legs. Boone yells out, struggling to escape. He claws at the mat, trying to escape the move! The referee asks him if he wants to quit and Boone yells "HELL NO!" but it's obvious the move is taking its toll on the Kamikaze Redneck and quickly.
Rayne: I don't think Boone can - wait! LOOK!
CRACK!
Out of nowhere, a steel chair collides with the back of Kyle Cross' head. The Scarred Sentinel lets go of Boone's legs and collapses onto the mat. The camera pans up... and we see Chad Collins standing in the ring, holding a steel chair.
Nick Webb: Chad Collins! I don't believe it!
Rayne: I do! His contempt for Kyle Cross eliminating him from this match overruled his refusal to touch anything that isn't pure wrestling! HA! I love it!
Collins slams the chair down in the ring and says something inaudibly in Cross' direction before rolling out of the ring and leaning up against the side of the Cell. In the ring, AJ Adams has come to and, after surveying both Boone and Cross to decide which man to go after, he picks Cross. AJ lifts a limp Cross to his feet, holds him in place for a moment, and then leaps up and hits his Last Call (Codebreaker) on the Scarred Sentinel. Adams hooks the legs as the crowd watches, almost stunned at this turn of events.
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Scott Benjamin: Kyle Cross has been eliminated!
Nick Webb: I... don't believe what we've just witnessed! And neither can this Chicago crowd!
Rayne: Ha ha ha! That's Hellbound, baby! You reap what you sew, and tonight, Kyle Cross is gonna be sewing stitches into the back of his head, courtesy of Chad Collins!
With the elimination of Kyle Cross, one of the officials outside the Cell moves over to the door and removes the padlock, unlocking the Cell door. As soon as the door opens, Collins shoves his way through angrily, marching up the ramp and heading backstage. The EMTs at ringside enter the Cell and begin tending to X.L. Pendergast, who still hasn't come to, a few feet from the ashes of the table he was put through. With Boone still reeling in the ring, Adams sees his chance and rolls out of the ring before exiting the Cell. He holds his side gingerly before beginning the long climb to the top of the Cell in order to finish this match.
Nick Webb: Zachariah Boone is still down from the Crossfire Clutch! AJ Adams might have a free pass to the World Title here!
AJ continues his slow climb up the side of the Cell as the crowd starts chanting "Let's go, Boone!" loudly. The crowd cheers loudly as Annabelle Jennings runs out from behind the curtain and pushes her way into the Cell before sliding into the ring. She starts desperately trying to get Boone to come to his senses as Adams gets closer to the roof of the Cell and his ultimate prize.
Rayne: Get her out of here! A dangerous match like this is no place for those glorious cans!
Slowly, Annabelle's plan starts to work, as Boone comes to in the ring and slowly stands up. She points at AJ, who is nearly at the top of the Cell, and Boone quickly shakes the cobwebs out before rolling out of the ring. The crowd cheers as Boone starts up the side of the Cell after AJ, but by the time he's halfway up the side, Adams has reached the top and climbed up. AJ stands on the side, looking down, taunting Boone to try it. He mimics stomping the edge of the cage, a likely fate for Boone's hands should he continue further.
Nick Webb: AJ Adams has Zachariah Boone in a stand-off here! What can Boone do? Adams has the high ground!
Rayne: Nick, look! What is she doing!?
Indeed, Annabelle Jennings has exited the Cell, sprinted over to the other side, and begun climbing the Cell herself! AJ doesn't see her even as she reaches the top and starts moving closer towards him!
Nick Webb: I have a bad feeling about this!
Annabelle tries running up behind Adams, but before she can do anything, AJ turns, stopping Annabelle dead in her tracks! He takes a step toward her, glaring, before finally pointing off the side and telling her to get lost. She argues with him, culminating in a slap across AJ's face! Adams looks down for a moment, shaking his head, before finally reaching over and grabbing Annabelle by the hair! The crowd gasps as Adams holds her in place, and then starts walking her towards the edge of the Cell!
Nick Webb: Don't do it, AJ!
For a moment, it looks like Adams is considering throwing Annabelle off the roof of the Cell. We never find out if he would have, though, because Annabelle's distraction did exactly what she intended it to - and AJ turns around, finding himself face to face with a bloody, but very angry, Zachariah Boone.
Rayne: Oh, here we go!
Boone immediately grabs Adams and lifts him up, dropping him with a belly to back suplex onto the reinforced roof of the Cell. Annabelle quickly begins climbing down the side of the Cell as Boone lays into AJ with several hard punches. He finally stops and stands up, gazing upward at the BWF World Championship dangling several feet above his head. After kicking Adams hard in the side of the head, Boone walks a few feet away and picks up one of the two ladders lying on the roof of the Cell. The crowd cheers as he starts to set it up directly underneath the swinging title belt above.
Nick Webb: Looks like Boone's gonna try and go for the gold!
Boone begins taking a few steps up the ladder, but stops as he notices AJ Adams coming to his feet. Boone drops back off the ladder and walks over to AJ before setting him up for the Southern Discomfort (Lifting Single Underhook DDT). Before he can hit the move, though, AJ counters with his free arm, lifting Boone up and hitting him with a T-Bone suplex! The roof of the Cell rattles as AJ rolls to his feet and looks at the ladder that has already been set-up by his nemesis!
Rayne: Get your ass up there, Adams! Quit wasting time!
With Boone still down, AJ moves over to the ladder and begins climbing it. He makes it up a few rungs before Boone manages to recover. Boone sees Adams climbing the ladder and thinks quickly, grabbing the other, still folded ladder a few feet from where AJ left him. He picks it up with relatively little effort and holds it up, running the ladder end first into the small of AJ's back! Adams, stunned from the ladder shot, falls off of the ladder he was on and lands on the roof. Boone quickly starts stomping on Adams' hands and arms as the crowd cheers loudly!
Nick Webb: Smart thinking by Boone! If AJ can't climb the ladder, he can't win this match!
After sufficiently hurting Adams, Boone starts climbing the ladder again. He makes it, rung by rung, until he begins getting close to the title! Boone reaches for it, but he's still a few inches away! The crowd gets louder as he heads up another rung... and reaches... and another rung...
...and suddenly, AJ Adams pushes the ladder over! The crowd gasps in horror as the ladder tips over and Boone careens near the edge of the Cell!
Nick Webb: Look out!
Luckily for Boone, he catches himself in time and while the ladder falls onto its side, Boone lands on his feet! The crowd cheers again as he charges AJ, but from out of nowhere, Adams catches him with a lightning quick Last Call (Codebreaker)! Boone bounces backward and lands on the Cell roof as AJ glances up at the BWF World Championship and grins!
Rayne: Yes! The title is all AJ's! Do it! Climb the ladder!
The crowd begins booing as AJ moves over to the ladder he just tipped over and sets it back up. After taking a moment to make sure it is aligned properly, he starts climbing, albeit slower than he would probably like.
Nick Webb: AJ's still hurting from that beat down Boone gave him! Not to mention everything else he's suffered through in this match! You can see the pain with every step he takes up that ladder!
Indeed, Adams' pained yells and grimaced face can be witnessed by everybody as he pushes himself further up the ladder in pursuit of the BWF World Championship. As he inches closer toward the belt, the crowd pops loudly - and Adams can see why as he looks down and sees a groggy but mostly recovered Boone making his way up the other side of the ladder! Adams mutters something to himself (probably a swear) as he continues to push himself forward. AJ reaches the top first and reaches for the title, even getting a finger on it, but Boone reaches the top on his side and punches AJ hard in the gut, almost doubling him over!
Rayne: This is insane! Either one of these guys could win this match right now! Should I even mention the fact that they're practically thirty feet in the air right now!?
Nick Webb: I'm on the edge of my seat right now! Something's gotta give! But what... or who?
Boone, sensing he has the match won, reaches up for the BWF World Championship dangling just within his grasp. He gets a hand on the title and starts to pull it down... when suddenly, Adams reaches up and grabs the other side of the title! With one swift motion, AJ grabs a hold of the belt and swings it forward, catching Boone in the middle of his bloodied forehead with the title! Boone's grip loosens and he stumbles for a moment at the top of the ladder; Adams sees his opportunity and swings the belt again, harder - and this time, Boone tumbles from the top of the ladder and collapses hard onto the roof of the Cell! The crowd starts booing loudly as Adams just starts laughing at the top of the ladder. He leans over, one hand still on the BWF World Title, and says "Learned that trick from an old friend!" before finally pulling the belt off of the cable holding it.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen... here is your winner... and the NEW BWF World Champion... the Eighth Conqueror of Hellbound... AJ ADAMS!!!
"Lights Out" by P.O.D. hits the BlazenTron as AJ Adams sits on the top of the ladder, looking down at his newly won prize. Despite the massive wave of jeers coming his way from the Chicago crowd, Adams soaks in the moment, finally a two-time World Champion.
Nick Webb: Wow! What a finish... and talk about coming full circle! AJ Adams defeats Zachariah Boone in the same way Emily Corlen defeated him just one year ago in Hellbound VII! AJ Adams is the new BWF World Champion! He might not have been who I would have picked, but I will give props to the man. Amazing effort by Adams tonight!
Rayne: Not just Adams; all five competitors went out there tonight and left it all in that Cell. But only one man could walk away from this match victorious, and there he is, literally the man at the mountaintop, AJ Adams.
Back on the Cell roof, AJ steps down from the ladder gingerly and walks over to the edge of the roof of the Cell, holding the BWF World Championship high in the air. Pyro begins going off on the stage, celebrating the birth of a new era for the BWF.
Nick Webb: What an amazing night! Elena Simonova is the new BWF Sovereign Champion... and AJ Adams is the new BWF World Champion. How will these two fare as we move forward? What awaits them at our next big pay-per-view event, Happenstance? Hell, what awaits them next week on Havok?
Rayne: Don't forget that title shot that Godless earned earlier tonight by beating Spykeman! Corlen told him he had a week to decide which title he wanted to compete for... so we'll find that out on Havok as well! Either Elena or AJ are going to find themselves in Godless' crosshairs VERY soon.
Nick Webb: Absolutely. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for allowing us to entertain you tonight. Congratulations to all the winners here tonight at Danger Zone... we'll see you all next week on Havok, folks! Good night from Chicago!
We see one final shot of AJ Adams celebrating on the roof of the Cell with the BWF World Championship before the pay-per-view fades to the BWF logo, then to black.
© Blazenwing Wrestling Federation 2013
QUICK RESULTS
"Godless" Flynn McLoughlin def. Spykeman!
Toco def. The Spectre
The Spectre def. Tyler Chandler
Elena Simonova def. Elizabeth Davis; New BWF Sovereign Champion
AJ Adams def. Chad Collins, X.L. Pendergast, Kyle Cross & Zachariah Boone; New BWF World Champion